-I cannot remember the author or the exact words, but its meaning was that love passes and knowledge of it helps. it goes along the lines of this,
"Though I know I am your summer love, your seasons pass regularly"
ITS BEEN BOTHERING ME ):Edna St. Vincent Millay
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
I hope that is the one you are looking for.
I found it on the website
http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/ednamillay/7293you would ahah
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